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Glade || M to F trans || 22 moons || Rogue || Rogue || (What it doesn't cover-) Glade has a muscular, tall frame and a long tail and muzzle. She's the epiphany of lean and mean. || Glade is... by far one of the most karen-like, aggressive characters I have ever made. She's clever(battle tactics-wise) and burly. Glade prefers brute force and calls slinking through the dark 'cowardly' though she has to do it somewhat often. She's very bossy and independent, proud to call herself a cat and a rogue. Glade is incredibly stubborn, inhumanely arrogant, and the essence of an Aries. She's got a strong will and not wounded easily(mentally/emotionally), but when she is it's hard, brutal, and only makes her shell tougher when rebounding. Glade hates kits, hates apprentices, and doesn't respect Clan laws by any means. She's especially cruel in battle and DESPISES kittypets. || Pansexual || I can't be active on Mondays or Fridays, but I'll be as active as possible every other day! || swIMMY swAM sHIMM SHAM || backstory : Glade lived a normal life for 10 moons. Her mother was a small, gentle, elegant cat named Meadow who took incredible care of her and her brother Grass. She was that kind of frantic-kind-forgetful kind of mom. Her father died soon after Glade was born but Meadow wasn't really affected- she found another tom named Ezekiel shortly afterwards. Ezekiel was always up to something shady and never really took notice of them. Meadow worshiped him. Every day, she would come back with a pair of mice or voles just to offer for him. Meadow and the kits would get scraps. M was overworking herself, barely sleeping and sometimes taking days to come back. Glade was cut off during that time, because while her mother was away, Ezekiel would whisper things to Grass. Grass listened and the more she watched, the more wide his eyes grew in awe and terror. Glade always worried for him but couldn't confide in Meadow- her mother would say nothing bad of Ezekiel. One day, while Meadow was out hunting again Grass vanished. Glade searched and searched for him, frantic. She saw a peppery tail slide behind a corner and chased it, hoping after a lead. It was a lead, alright. The peppery cat led her to a dark alleyway where cats were on windowsills, trash bins, and all kinds of junk- everywhere. In the center of it was Ezekiel. Next to him was Grass. "Aye, Grass, you're gonna like this group, I think. We don't have any weaklings here. And you're not a weakling, right, Grass?" Her brother nodded slowly. "Yeah, E-Ezekiel." His voice sounded squeaky and he shut his jaws quickly. Glade drew in a sharp intake of breath and the cat nearest spun around. "Intruder!" The call ran around the alley as heads turns to meet her eyes. "Glade?" Grass's eyes were the widest of all as the hair stood up on his back. "Here, Grass, a lesson for you. There can be no exceptions for weaklings." Ezekiel leaped down from the bin he perched upon, padding slowly to Glade. She took a battle position she had seen the weird cats practicing and sounded a growl to match his own. He mirrored her pose and they circled, neither one darting a muscle out of the tight path they trod. As quick as a blink, Ezekiel was on top of Glade. It took a second. The claw to soon end her life was tipped onto the artery in her neck. "Too easy. Fighting kits is always fun." Ezekiel chuckled and narrowed his eyes. "You aren't to be seeing that weak mother of yours again." Grass jumped forward. "You don't- can't- kill her!" He gave his best impression of a snarl. "You support weaklings, huh, kit?" Ezekiel turned, giving Glade the vital moment of distraction. "Boys." He flicked his tail in Grass's direction, and in a flurry of teeth and claws, her brother was gone. Glade howled and Ezekiel fixed his attention back on her. "We've done enough damage." He laughed, flicking a claw across her muzzle, making a mark that would soon be a scar. "Don't come back or your fate will be worse than his." || E